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[smokingmerc]

Yeah, Australia. One less mob boss there now. More importantly, can someone tell me what the fuck crawled up Rummy's ass 'n died? Fucker gave me a clip filled with fuckin' silver bullets. Not to mention he's been sulkin' 'round 'n bein' too damn quiet.

Did one of ya bastards give 'im 'erpes?

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[honestly_abe]

Have you tried talking to him? Mediating?

[smokingmerc]

Well yeah, but I don't get more than grunts 'n yeahs.

[honestly_abe]

Give him some alone time to sort it out. It could be that he's feeling pressured to make some big decision.

[smokingmerc]

Eh, maybe. I'll... do that. Give 'im space.

[blackulahunter]

The silver bullets are probably for vampires. We've been doing some hunting.

[smokingmerc]

Locally? Why the fuck would vampires pick 'ere ta 'ang out?

[blackulahunter]

No, we've been hitting nearby cities, mostly. Woodcrest is still pretty quiet.

[smokingmerc]

Good ta know. 'E's been doin'... alright, right?

[smokingmerc]

It better fuckin' be, or I'll see 'ow good these bullets work.

[smokingmerc]

Seems like I'm the only one 'e 'as.

[commanderamarao]

The guy with the cornrows, right? I don't really know. But for some reason you seem very familiar. Do you have an arrest record?

[smokingmerc]

Who's askin'?

[commanderamarao]

Commander Amarao with Interstellar Immigration. You're probably not in my jurisdiction, so I doubt you have to worry.

[smokingmerc]

Pip Bernedotte, commander of the Wild Geese. Mercenary.

...Interstellar Immigration?

[cinnamonxbuns]

Herpes? I don't think he's bangin Skwisgaar.

[smokingmerc]

Ya never know with Rummy.

[gmilf_lover]

Dudes will first shoves me as popsgaggles up my ass befores lets me touch hims.

...which doesn'ts sounds that bad.